There is an exquisiteness of moral sensibility, making one to gush out tears of delight, and a poetical strangeness in all the improbable circumstances of this wild play, which are unlike any thing in the dramas which Massinger wrote alone. The pathos is of a subtler edge. Middleton and Rowley, who assisted in this play, had both of them finer geniuses than their associate.1 THE TRAGEDY OF PHILIP CHABOT, ADMIRAL OF FRANCE [PUBLISHED 1639: LICENSED 1635]. BY GEORGE CHAPMAN [1559 ?-1634] AND JAMES SHIRLEY [1596-1666] The Admiral is accused of treason, a criminal process is instituted against him, and his faithful servant Allegre is put on the rack to make him discover: his innocence is at length established by the confession of his enemies; but the disgrace of having been suspected for a traitor by his royal Master, sinks so deep into him, that he falls into a mortal sickness. ADMIRAL. ALLEGRE, supported between two. Adm. Welcome my injured servant: what a misery Have they made on thee! Al. Though some change appear Upon my body, whose severe affliction Hath brought it thus to be sustain❜d by others, My heart is still the same in faith to you, Not broken with their rage. Adm. Alas poor man. Were all my joys essential, and so mighty, More grief, than all my imagination Could let before into me. Didst not curse me Al. Good my lord, let not The thought of what I suffer'd dwell upon Your memory; they could not punish more 1[For other extracts from Middleton see note on p. 144; for Rowley see note on p. 126.] Than what my duty did oblige to bear For youand justice: but there's something in Arm❜d with fierce lightning and the power of thunder, There's more death in that falling eye, than all Rage ever yet brought forth. What accident, sir, can blast, Can be so black and fatal, to distract The calm, the triumph, that should sit upon Your noble brow: misfortune could have no Time to conspire with fate, since you were rescued By the great arm of Providence; nor can Those garlands, that now grow about your forehead, Adm. Allegre, thou dost bear thy wounds upon thee The volume of my sadness thou dost want An eye to read. An open force hath torn Thy manly sinews, which some time may cure. The flatteries of court, of fame, or honours. Or make her bosom kind, to growth and bearing: That once were natural warmth to her soft verdure, The bark and rind, till she becomes a burden To that which gave her life: so Chabot, Chabot——. Suspect your health indeed. Adm. No, no, thou shalt not Be troubled: I but stirr'd thee with a moral, VOL. IV.-24 That's empty; contains nothing. I am well: See, I can walk; poor man, thou hast not strength yet. [Act v., Sc. 3.] The father of the Admiral makes known the condition his son is in to the king. FATHER. KING. King. Say, how is my admiral ? The truth upon thy life. Fath. To secure his, I would you had. King. Ha! who durst oppose him? Fath. One that hath power enough, hath practis'd on him, And made his great heart stoop. King. I will revenge it With crushing, crushing that rebellious power To nothing. Name him. Fath. He was his friend. King. What mischief hath engender'd New storms? Fath. "Tis the old tempest. King. Did not we Appease all horrors that look'd wild upon him? Fath. You drest his wounds, I must confess, but made King. Alas, poor Chabot: Doth that afflict him? Fath. So much, though he strive With most resolv'd and adamantine nerves, As ever human fire in flesh and blood Forg'd for example, to bear all; so killing The arrows that you shot were (still, your pardon) King. If this Be all, I'll cure him. Kings retain More balsam in their soul, than hurt in anger. Fath. Far short, sir; with one breath they uncreate : And kings, with only words, more wounds can make "Tis dangerous to play too wild a descant On numerous virtue; though it become princes [Shirley's Works, ed. Dyce, vol. vi., 1833.] To assure their adventures made in every thing. King. No more : Commend us to the admiral, and say The king will visit him, and bring health. Fath. I will not doubt that blessing, and shall move Nimbly with this command. The King visits the Admiral. [Act v., Sc. 1.] KING. ADMIRAL. His wife, and father. King. No ceremonial knees: Give me thy heart, my dear, my honest Chabot ; In every faculty; yet dissect me then, And in my heart the world shall read thee living; That part of me shall never putrify, When I am lost in all my other dust. Adm. You too much honour your poor servant, sir; My heart despairs so rich a monument, But when it dies King. I wo'not hear a sound Of any thing that trenched upon death. hitherto He speaks the funeral of my crown, that prophesies Adm. I have found A glorious harvest in your favour, sir ; All my deserts are shadows and fly from me: I have not in the wealth of my desires King. Express it in some joy then. To shew that pious gratitude to you, but―― Adm. My frame hath lately, sir, been ta'en a pieces, Of mirth will shake and unjoint all my reason. King. I'll have no patience, If thou forget the courage of a man. Now I begin to fear his apprehension. Why how is Chabot's spirit fall'n ? 2 Adm. Who would not wish to live to serve your goodness? Stand from me. You betray me with your fears. The plummets may fall off that hang upon My heart, they were but thoughts at first; or if What a swift executioner is a frown, Adm. I must beg One other boon. King. Upon condition My Chabot will collect his scatter'd spirits, My kingdom with me. Adm. I observe A fierce and killing wrath engender'd in you; For my sake, as you wish me strength to serve you, Of Philip Chabot, read hereafter, draw A tear from any family; I beseech King. Endeavour [Forty and a half lines omitted.] 2[Three lines.] Chabot's accuser. |